No. If I thought that, the title of this thread would be something like “Ask the Dippy-Hippy Tree Hugging Pinko-Commie Non-Football Watching Dude”.
Middle age starts at age 42, by which time one is expected to have accumulated several towels that were not liberated from hotel captivity.
So, at the ripe old age of 42yrs, you’ve decided to close your heart and mind, give up striving to be a better person, and embrace your character flaws as those being cynical transforms them into virtues? What a peach you must be to share time with.
So, how’s it feel to know that you’ll be the most hated and ignored old man at the nursing home? Hope you enjoy sitting in your own waste!
It is indeed a Noble Endeavor.
Fuck being a better person. That’s hippy-dippy horseshit. I don’t want to buy the world a Coke, and I don’t give a damn if they sing in perfect harmony. I want to be a comfortable person. Nice house, big ass TV with lots of football watching options, and a lawn to protect from young Vandals and/or Visigoths.
OK… 42 sounds about right to me.
I’d like to live to be 120+, but 84 isn’t too bad.
Nice reply regarding disposal methods of cannabis.
What about if I sweeten the deal with a big ass tv, smoked and/or grilled meat and a hot tub? Somebody whose name I won’t mention [sub]kopek[/sub] said I should sweeten the deal.
Bah, you call yourself a curmudgeon. Why in my day a curmudgeon wouldn’t be caught dead typing in some “message board”, whatever that is, much less answering questions from a bunch of hippies. Sheesh, kids these days.
Try Negro Modelo. Mexican beer brewed ( originally ) by Austrian immigrants, in an old Austrian style.
I’m not gonna be comfortable anywhere dudes are trying to score with or are actually scoring with other dudes. Just not my thing. I got no problem with sports, beer, and food, but everybody has to keep their pants on.
Naw, middle age starts 5 years from whatever age I am right now. I mean, the average life span keeps going up… right now, I believe it’s 128.
If I may mannerly digress to your mention of the “Spoils of War” somewhere upthread.
Does one just ride on up there, throw one’s choice over the saddle and bring her back? She still won’t know how to cook, or talk right.
Nah. Gotta be subtle about it. Seduce em with Southern Charm, then bring her home so Southern Women can teach her how to cook. They never will learn to talk right.
Well, have fun spending the rest of your years getting your trees TPed by the neighborhood kids
Have you ever considered writing an advice column?
I see you’ve neglected to answer my question way back on page 1. Is that because you’re ignoring it, or did you not have your reading glasses on and missed it?
Wow. Got it in one. 
Which do you hate more: Sunshiney smiles or cute puppies?
Highly unlikely. Not many kids out where I live. Kids coming from elsewhere would be in a car, which I would likely hear if it parked in any of the available space near my home. Also, kids bent on mischief are highly unlikely to pull it off quietly enough that I wouldn’t hear them, and either chase them off or apprehend them for turning over to the sheriff’s department. Our local youth court judge is quite fond of the restitution statute, so the little buggers will either have to break their piggy banks or beg their parents to pay somebody to come clean up their mess. Rural life is kinda sweet that way, for us law abiding types.
I’d rather do something more in the style of Lewis Grizzard, a Great American, or Dave Barry, an American who pales in comparison to Grizzard, but is till pretty funny.
I’m ignoring it. I generally don’t talk about sex stuff here, other than admitting I like girls, and sex. TMI postings are undignified. Harrumph.